Georgeta and I are sitting in the living room of the small semi-detached house where Georgeta and her family have been staying for the last two months. There is a kitchen and living room downstairs and three bedrooms upstairs with a small bathroom. At this time there are five adults and three children living in the house: Georgeta and her husband, Rosvan, their eldest son, Emil, his wife, Denisa and their new baby, Sarah, their younger son, Vali, and me. She is worried because she doesn’t have the money to pay the rent this month. She says this quietly while looking into her empty coffee cup, “I don’t want these problems in my life, I want peace,” (...